Coolio:Mama I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta Lyrics

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Hey baby, how you doin'? What's goin' on?I'm sittin' in my motherfuckin cell, it's the same songTell my kids that I love 'em but don't tell 'em that I'm throughKeep cryin and tell 'em I'll be home soonOh baby I'm goin' crazy'Cause I keep seein shit that amaze meStill I had to kill a motherfucker last weekHe thought I was a punk and tried to creep up on me in my sleepI just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch or buck yaBut I can't, so fuck itI'ma behind these bars and it's burnin like nitroI might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifleAw shit, there the lights go...

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (damn)Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (y'know)Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killerBut I love dat nigga

Hey ba-byWhat's happenin' honey?How you doin'?I miss you

The kids keep askin where's their papa?I had to tell 'em daddy got caught by the coppersIt's time for me to raise 'em up proper by myselfIt's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no helpNow everybody tellin' me that you ain't shit blackAnd when you get out, you'll jack and probably go right the fuck backDamn, the pressure's gettin' hot and heavyAnd yeah, I'm gettin' sweated by your homey in the blue and white ChevyBut now he's got a condo and a brand new LexusWants me to take a trip with him down to TexasThe ends don't justify the meansAnd in another life he might've been the man of my dreamsBut you know I got your back to the motherfuckin endBut a bitch can't even trip like she doen't have a friend

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (damn)Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (y'know)Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killerBut I love dat nigga

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What the fuck you mean you need a friend?I can't be havin' no niggas round my kidsDon't you make me break up outta this motherfuckerAnd start killin' motherfuckers, SHIT!I know it's rough, I know it's toughBut when you fumble in the game sometimes you get locked upYou better stay away punk ass bitch, he ain't shitI don't wanna have to kill him'Cause think about the times that we used to haveDon't make me reach out and touch that assYou put yourself in danger when you fuck with a busterLike shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderersYou got more class than the average-type hooker bitchDon't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't richNow I gotta check but if you've got the chequeGive a nigga a look and put somethin' on my booksPeace

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (damn)Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (y'know)Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killerBut I love dat nigga

Aiyo remember the homey with the Lexus, he took the trip to TexasNow he's wearin the fuckin' Lexus like a necklaceSo tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a bitch to do?My nigga's stretched in the pen since '92Them visits ain't doin' the trick, drop fucks make me sick'Cause this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nipAnd that motherfucker representin you, I think he resents youHe got evidence he never presents toThe people in court, I heard witnesses abortinWhat's he doin' about gettin' you out to hold the fort?I got some ends, I'ma send you a dime and two dovesMama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (damn)Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (y'know)Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killerBut I love dat nigga